Chapter 592: The brother of the lord

Dewey seemed to have noticed my awkwardness, so he asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
I shook my head, looked around, and said, "Phoenix and the others are not here."
Dewey also stood on tiptoe and looked around, and said, "Yes, with their height, it should be quite eye-catching. It seems that they are shopping in other neighborhoods."
"Perhaps" I sighed and said, "Why do women love shopping by nature?"
"This is the same as why men are born to look at beautiful women," Dewey said: "If you have to explain clearly, you can only use two words instead, nature."
"Haha, that's right." I scratched my head and continued to stroll with Dewey while hitting haha.
Fort Witch’s barbecue tastes very unique, with a bit of sweetness in the salty, refreshing and delicious, completely different from the spicy and salty barbecue we make ourselves.
Dewey told me: "Dwarves and goblins like to eat something a little sweet, so no matter what kind of snack it is, it will carry a little sweetness."
I thought to myself: Fortunately, only snacks have a sweet taste. If even the staple food is full of sweet taste, it would be a terrible phenomenon.
Sweet beef noodles...just think about it.
Girls are naturally fond of shopping for clothes, this is a matter of course; in fact, boys are also born to like shopping, but we don't like buying clothes, but like looking at weapons.
This is also the reason why the Hefeng Continent is dominated by male adventurers-men are born with aggressive blood flowing in their bones.
Perhaps the dwarves and goblins prefer weapons more than other races. In Fort Witch, the shops selling weapons are concentrated in several places, and the interior facilities are large and luxurious.
From the beginning, there have been booths full of various weapons, knives, guns and sticks, bomb puppets everywhere, and all kinds of exquisite gadgets are so dazzling and dazzling.
However, after going around for most of the circle, I discovered an interesting pattern: Dwarves sell weapons they forged; goblins sell bombs, firecrackers, or something special. Exquisite gadgets, in short, there will never be hot weapons in the stalls selling cold weapons, and the stalls selling exquisite gadgets will also not have any weapons mixed in it.
The classification is very clear and the sales are very specific.
I asked Dewey: "Why don't you sell them together? Isn't that better?"
Dewey said: "You are talking about the situation of individuals selling personal things. In Fort Witch, all the stalls are serving ourselves. The more things we sell, the more we gain, and the things we sell If there is less, we will gain less. For the benefit of everyone, everyone here is working hard."
but--
"I don't seem to see any foreigners activity here" I said: "In this way, all your things are sold to your own people."
Dewey smiled and said: "Of course, Fort Witch is a semi-open town to the outside world, and we all live underground and don't see much sunshine all day long. Naturally, people from other ethnic groups won't like to come here."
"Hey, that's right" I sighed: "In this way, you will lose a lot of income from tourism."
"Is there a lot of income in that area?" Dewey said with a smile: "The profit we get from selling a batch of weapons is far more than dozens of times the profit we get from tourism, and we won't lose our own The secret is exposed to outsiders."
Dewey said this, I think it makes sense. Mithril mines are not mentioned. They are only laboratories and test sites. If they are placed on the earth, they will definitely be treated as secrets during periods of similar development. No, maybe It is more appropriate to use the word confidential.
In fact, there is nothing that interests me too much in the weapon shop.
Of all kinds of swords, I don't use swords, and I'm not good at using swords. The only time I use swords is because my weapon broke and fell into the gap.
Speaking of swords, what I am carrying on my back is the Odachi that I am best at using, and I still have the ability to communicate with me. The words are very rude, the temperament is quite arrogant, and the odd Odachi.
Especially recently, the chance of it vomiting has increased significantly, and I am also a little used to the life of having a big sword that can vomit, and I will not let me fight with a big sword that can’t speak. I will not used to.
As for other weapons, hehe, I can only say that they are all badly used.
The hammer is too heavy and the axe is too big. If I could fly the darts, I would have been street performers, nunchakus...that's something for Master Bruce Lee, I can't control it, fire guns, smoke again Big and rushing, there is no difference between firing a shot and blowing a coal stove.
In short, neither cold weapons nor hot weapons are suitable for me.
And those delicate gadgets, puppets that sweep the floor, puppets that can take out garbage, puppets that can pour tea, and puppets of unknown meaning that only go around in place...
In other words, are you sure that you are not stealing the sweeping puppets that have broken parts in the laboratory and selling them?
Out of the shop, Dewey led me towards the street.
When I was halfway through, I saw a...no, two tall and magnificent buildings standing there.
Dewey pointed to the one on the left and said, "There is the city lord mansion of the goblin clan."
As he said, he pointed to another building next to it, and said: "Next to it is the city lord mansion of the dwarven race."
The two palaces are close to each other, like conjoined babies.
I asked Dewey: "Is this really good? The two city lord mansions are just next to each other, and they look so alike. Could anyone make a mistake?"
Dewey said: "How is it possible that our goblin tribe and dwarf tribe are very harmonious, even if we make a mistake, it is the same to find which city lord."
Hehe, it's really a random town.
Under the leadership of Dewey, we successfully entered the city lord mansion, the city lord mansion of the goblin.
Soon, we came to a spacious office. On the most central office desk of the office, there was a very, very shameless little old man sitting.
Dewey told me that he was the lord of the goblin clan.
I walked forward, before speaking, he jumped off the tall chair first, skipped me directly, walked quickly to Dewey, held Dewey's hands tightly, and tremblingly said, "Brother, you are back. ?"
brother? brother!
Damn it!
I was instantly confused.
The city lord of the goblin tribe is actually called Brother Dewey. Is this brother a respectable name, or is it really because of blood?
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